Vikrant, speaking in a cold tone on the phone, said,
“There should be no issues with the diamond transfer. I want everything handled smoothly and without delays.”
Vikrant is the principal shareholder of the diamond mining company.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. He looked extremely terrified.
“Sir, someone tried to attack your father. But he is completely fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Vikrant rose to his feet, rage pulsing through his veins. He seized the man’s collar with a vice-like grip, his voice low and dangerous.
“Who the hell was that bastard?”
The man stammered,
“Sir... we........we’re searching for him. We’ll find him soon.”
Vikrant yanked him upward by the collar, his face inches away, voice cold and sharp.
“A man tried to kill my father and you still haven’t found him?”
Then he threw him on the floor.
Then he called his secretary, Arun and told him to find that man soon.
Arun replied, "Yes sir."
Vikrant said sharply,
“I want him as soon as possible. Hurry up!”
Vikrant stormed out of the room, his mind racing with worry and anger. He needed to see his father face to face to know he was truly safe.
He reached the hospital ~
“Papa,” Vikrant said, voice rough but relieved, “are you okay?”
His father gave a faint smile. “I’m fine, son. Don’t worry about me."
Vikrant nodded grimly, the fire in his chest burning hotter than ever.
“I won’t spare them.”
Vikrant approached his father’s secretary with a steely gaze.
“How many people are injured?” he asked.
The secretary replied, “Sir, three people. One is seriously hurt, but the other two are stable and out of danger.”
Vikrant’s expression hardened.
“Make sure their families are compensated fully. And get the best treatment available for all of them, no compromises!”
The secretary, "Yes sir."
The room still hummed with adrenaline when his phone buzzed. Vikrant grabbed his phone.
It was Arun.
“Sir,” Arun said, voice clipped, “we found the man, but it’s not a man. It’s a woman.”
For a beat, Vikrant didn’t respond. Then the corner of his mouth curled, not with humor but with cold purpose.
“Bring her to Basement D,” he said, each word sharp.
“Understood, sir.”
He ended the call, shoved the phone into his pocket, and moved with the same lethal calm he wore when making business decisions.
(Vikrant was a man who owned several secret basements hidden deep within forest areas. Places designed for silent, untraceable eliminations.)
Scene of Basement D ~
(The devil's basement.)
The heavy steel door groaned as it closed behind the two captives. Dim lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the cold, concrete walls. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the faint drip of water echoing through the space.
Vikrant stepped forward, his presence commanding and cold as steel.
A women tied properly and was sitting on the chair. The blood was pouring down from her head. Her nails and eyebrows were pulled out. One of her hands was missing and there was blood all around.
The woman pleaded, trembling, “Sir, please… leave me. I was forced into this.” 😢🙏
Vikrant’s voice was cold and sharp.
“Oh really? So you’re saying someone forced you to take the money 🤑💰 and carry out this job?”
Terrified, she stammered, “Sir, the Sengars’ owner… he threatened me. He said he’d hurt my children 👶 and my husband 👨 if I didn’t do it. Please, believe me.” 😰
Vikrant smiled coldly, “Kya tum sach mein apne family ke parwah karti thi jab tum uske sath ek hi bistar par thi? 🛏️”
(Did you really care about your children and husband when you were lying on the same bed with him? 🛏️)
Then Vikrant commanded in a commanding, cold voice,
“Electrocute her. I want her to suffer.”
The bodyguards bound her hands and legs tightly with wires, then sent electric shocks coursing through her body. Vikrant watched it all with a chilling calmness on his face.
The woman was tortured relentlessly until she finally succumbed to death.
Vikrant, in a calm, almost routine tone, said,
"Chop her into pieces and feed it to the forest animals. aaj unko bhi insaan ke gosh ka anand lene do."
(let them enjoy human meet today.)
He stepped out of the basement and walked through the forest. Once outside, he instructed his driver,
“Drive me home 🏠.”
“Women like her... I don’t like. Such types should die. It’s because of some of them that people don’t want to get married.”
He fumed inside.
He reached home and quietly entered his parents’ bedroom. He sat near his father’s feet.
Saraswati ji was there too, tears streaming down her face, while his father lay on the bed 🛏️ consoling her that he is absolutely fine.
Saraswati ji, sobbing, whispered,
“Pakka kisi ke nazar lag gayi hai.”
("Definitely, someone has cast an evil eye on him.")
Vikrant while consoling her.
“Ma, chinta mat kariye. Sab sambhal liya hai maine.”
(Mom, don’t worry. I’ve handled everything.)
Yashvardhan said, “Saraswati, tum thodi der humein akele chhod do. Mujhe apne bete se kuch baat karni hai.”
(Saraswati, leave us alone for a moment. I want to talk to my son.)
Saraswati ji nodded and stepped out of the room.
Yashvardhan ji sighed deeply,
“Zindagi ka koi bharosa nahi, kab kya ho jaye.”
(There’s no guarantee in life, you never know what might happen next.)
He paused, then added,
“Sengar ka hi kaam tha na?”
(The Sengars had a hand in this, didn’t they?)
Vikrant nodded in agreement.
Yashvardhan, smiling softly,
“Beta, pata nahi kab tak rahunga… par ek baar main ‘Dada ji’ sunna chahta hoon. Aakhir mujhe bhi apne aane wale vanshaj ko dekhna hai.”
("Son, I don’t know how much longer I will be here… but I want to hear ‘Dada ji’ at least once. After all, I want to see my future descendants too.”)
Vikrant nodded with respect then said seriously,
“Aap apna dhyaan rakhiye. Main chalta hoon aur haan, main aapki security aur tight karwa de hai.”
(“Take care of yourself. I’m leaving now… and yes, I tightened your security a bit more.”)
His father watching him leaving and thinking that he will be able to see his son's marriage or not because whenever he mentioned marriage, his son would quietly leave.
Just then, Saraswati ji walked in with a bowl of hot soup 🍲.
“Yeh lijiye, ise jaldi se pee lijiye.”
(“Here, take this and drink it quickly.”)
Yashvardhan ji, while complaining,
“Arey Saraswati, mujhe bukh nahi hai! Ek to bina kisi baat ke zabardasti bitha ke rakha hai aur ab zabardasti soup bhi pila rahe ho. Mujhe ye pasand nahi hai!”
(“Saraswati, I’m not hungry! First, you forced me to sit without any reason, and now you’re forcing me to drink soup too. I don’t like this!”)
Saraswati ji gave him a sharp look one of those looks only a wife can give.
She said, “chup chap pe lijiye.”
(“Drink it quietly.”)
Yashvardhan ji, "thik hai dejeye"
{He got scared 😳}
(Okay give 😳.)
Night, 9:00 p.m. ~
Varun’s voice cracked with worry as he said,
"Bhai, yeh sahi nahi ha. Hum saath aaye the, aur ab aap akele ja rahe ho? Yeh bilkul theek nahi hai!”
(“Bhai, this isn’t right… We came together, and now you’re leaving alone this is not fair!!)
Vikrant remained calm but firm.
“You have to take care of father.”
He then respectfully touched his parents’ feet before getting into his car.
Days passed and his mother also came to visit his house to complete the most important work.
{It's been two month since he came to Hyderabad and now his mother also came to talk about his marriage.}
It's 8:00 a.m. ~
Saraswati ji ordered the servants,
“Shagun ki sari thaliyan achhe se saja do. Koi bhi kami nahi honi chahiye.”
(“Arrange all the Shagun plates properly. There must be no mistakes.”)
Vikrant came down the stairs, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.
Vikrant asked,
“Ma, yeh sab kya hai?”
(“Ma, what’s all this?”)
Saraswati ji replied, “Beta, aaj main jis kaam ke liye yahan aayi thi, vo karne wali hoon.”
(“Beta, today I am going to do the most important work for which I came.")
Vikrant, "Kaun sa kam ma?"
("Which work ma?")
Saraswati ji pinched his cheeks and said,
“Your marriage. Even if Yash ji can’t come, I will take care of everything properly.”
Her heart was full of happiness she couldn’t put into words as she walked toward the kitchen.
Vikrant thought to himself, “Kahan phas gaya main?”
(“Where did I get stuck?”)
Then he left for work. He wasn’t interested in marriage or even in finding out who his future wife would be.
Ishita ~
Days passed, and Saanvi left to continue her studies, while Ishita endured the wrath of her Chachi.
It's 10:00 a.m. ~
I was sitting on my bedroom balcony, playing my guitar 🎸, sobbing uncontrollably. My Chachi had pressed the hot iron against my arm. Earlier, when I was ironing her clothes, she called me over. The iron had burnt her sari. But I knew it wasn’t my fault. I remembered turning off the switch and setting the iron aside.
Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly noticed a convoy of cars pulling up in front of the house 🏠. I thought it might be my Chachu’s business partner. Fear from past trauma gripped me, and I hurried inside, locking my door tightly. I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks, my nose growing red from crying.
{One more thing Ishita has a personal dairy where she writes all the incidents that are happening with her. This is important for my future chapters.}
Vidya was sitting on the couch, flipping through the pages of a magazine.
The doorbell rang.
Ting tong.... ting tong....
Vidya got up from the couch and walked to the door, wondering, Who could it be at this hour?
As she opened the door, she saw Saraswati Malhotra standing there.
Saraswati ji greeted, “Namaste.” 🙏
Vidya replied, “Namaste.” 🙏
They exchanged warm greetings in the traditional Indian way.
Vidya smiled, a hint of confusion in her voice.
“Please, come inside.”
Saraswati ji nodded and said softly, “Ji.”
They both sat down on the couch.
Vidya asked,
“Aap yahan...? Kya baat hai?”
(“You’re here...? What’s the matter?”)
Saraswati ji replied,
“Main aapne bete aur Devendra ji ki beti ke rishte ki baat karne aayi hoon.”
(“I’ve come to discuss the proposal between your son and Devendra ji’s daughter.”)
Vidya’s tone turned disappointed,
"Acha… par aapko to pata hai na ki woh bol nahi sakti.”
(“Oh… but you know she can’t speak.”)
{She wants her daughter to marry Vikrant. Like who wouldn’t want their daughter to get married into a happy and well-off family?}
As Vikrant is listed among the top 5 businessmen in the world and is the richest man in Asia.
Saraswati ji, clear and composed, looked Vidya in the eye and said,
“Yes, we’re aware. We just want everything to go smoothly after the marriage.”
As she spoke, she gently placed a set of papers on the table, sliding them toward Vidya with quiet determination.
Vidya quietly picked up the papers, her eyes scanning them with growing curiosity. Before she could say anything, Saraswati ji continued, her voice calm but deliberate.
“These are the papers for the land your husband has been trying to buy for a long time. But because of all the legal hurdles and repeated rejections, he hasn’t been able to… am I right?”
Vidya nodded slowly, her eyes still on the papers.
“Yes… of course. There won’t be any problems with the marriage,” she said, accepting the documents with a faint, conflicted smile. She asked that Vikrant will accept a mute wife?
Saraswati ji answered boldly, "Vikrant never learnt to disobey their parents."
Then she looked around and said, “Main Ishita ko dekhna chahti hoon, kaha hai woh?”
(“I’d like to see Ishita. Where is she?”)
Vidya hesitated for a moment, then said, stammering slightly, “Uh… she’s gone to the temple.”
It was a lie, she didn’t want Saraswati ji to see the burn mark on Ishita’s arm.
Saraswati ji smiled politely.
“Oh, I see! Then at least show me her photo.”
Vidya quietly stepped into Saanvi’s room, walked over to the bedside table, and opened the drawer. Inside, she found a well-framed photo. She picked it up carefully, took a deep breath, and made her way back downstairs.
Without saying much, she handed the photo to Saraswati ji.
Saraswati ji was a bit surprised to see that there wasn’t a single photo of Ishita in Vidya’s phone. But she chose to overlook it.
Instead, her eyes settled on the framed picture in her hands, and for a moment, she was taken aback by Ishita’s beauty.
Dark brown eyes that held an ocean of innocence, pitch-black hair cascading like silk down her shoulders, and cheeks so rosy they looked as if they’d been kissed by the morning sun. She looked nothing less than an angel sent from heaven.
Saraswati ji couldn’t help but smile as she gazed at the photo. “She’s so beautiful,” she said softly. “Just like her mother.”
Ishita's mother was her best friend.
She carefully handed the photo back to Vidya, stood up with a gentle grace, and added warmly,
“Next time, I’ll leave only after meeting Ishita. Please take care of her.”
Vidya nodded with a dull expression on her face.
Saraswati ji gave a subtle nod to her assistant, who immediately signaled the servants. Moments later, several servants entered carrying large trays piled high with jewelry, sweets, and beautifully folded clothes, all covered with bright red cloths.
“These are a few gifts from our side,” Saraswati ji said warmly.
“Jai Shree Krishna!🙏”
Vidya smiled and replied, “Jai Shree Krishna! 🙏”
After a brief, polite hug more out of tradition than emotion Saraswati ji turned and left.
It was 10:00 p.m. ~
Vikrant arrived at his villa. Inside, he found his mother sitting on the couch, arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes closed, and her face turned up toward the ceiling.
He walked over quietly and gently touched her feet. At his touch, she slowly opened her eyes. She wasn’t asleep just lost deep in her thoughts.
Saraswati ji smiled softly, “Oh, tum aa gaye? Jao, haath-muh dho lo, main tab tak khana nikaalti hoon.”
(“Oh, so you’re back. Go freshen up, I’ll start setting the table.”)
“Ji, Maa,” Vikrant replied, heading upstairs to his room.
After freshing up, he came down the stairs, the faint sound of his footsteps echoing through the quiet villa.
Saraswati ji was already serving the food.
“Come dear, sit. Let’s eat"
Vikrant joined her at the dining table, and the two sat together, quietly sharing the warmth of a home-cooked meal.
As they ate, Saraswati ji looked at him thoughtfully and asked in a soft voice,
“Beta, can I ask you something?”
Vikrant glanced up and nodded. “Of course, Maa. Why not?”
Saraswati ji leaned in slightly. “Do you even know who your future wife is?”
Vikrant shook his head calmly. “No. But whoever you’ve chosen… I know she’ll be right.”
She sighed, a faint crease appearing on her forehead. She placed her elbow gently on the table, her tone soft but edged with concern.
“Beta, abhi to sab theek lag raha hai… lekin agar tumhara bartav aisa hi raha, to baad mein accha nahi hoga. Kya tumhe ek baar bhi apni hone wali wife ke baare mein jaane ka mann nahi kiya? Tum kab tak us baat ko dil se lagaye rakhoge? Har ladki ek jaise nahi hoti, beta.”
(“Beta, things may seem fine for now… but if you keep behaving this way, it won’t end well later. Don’t you even feel the slightest urge to know about your future wife? How long will you keep holding on to the past? Not every girl is the same.”)
Vikrant’s jaw tightened. His voice came out cold and laced with pain.
“Ma, you know very well he was my childhood friend. If that girl didn't want to marry my friend, then why did she ruin his life and leave him shattered? I have seen his pain.”
{This all took place during their college days. This is Vihaan’s story.}
Saraswati ji didn’t respond. A long silence settled between them.
After a pause, she quietly shifted the topic, trying to bring him back to the present.
“You do remember? When the company was going through its worst losse and no one came forward to help us. Then Devendra ji helped us. He was the only one who stood by us. Do you remember that, Vikrant?”
Vikrant, “Yes, Ma. You’re talking about the Rajputs, right?”
Saraswati ji nodded, “Hmm… their daughter, you remember her?”
Vikrant hesitated, “Yeah…”
Saraswati ji’s tone grew softer, “Her parents passed away.”
Vikrant looked at her in shock, “Oh!”
Saraswati ji continued, “It was a car accident… Poor child lost her parents very suddenly. Son, you’re going to marry that girl.”
Vikrant remained silent and then said,
“Ma, don’t you think she’s too young? Now I have to take care of a child?”
Saraswati ji smiled gently,
“Beta, she’s 22 years old. She’s not a child.”
Vikrant sighed softly, a hint of resignation in his voice,
“As you wish, Ma.”
He got up, washed his hands quietly, and walked toward his room.
He lay on the bed, eyes wide open, sleep refusing to come. Restless, he finally pushed himself up and made his way to the balcony. A cold breeze whispered through the night, carrying a chill that brushed against his skin. Above him, the sky was cloaked in a heavy melancholy the clouds hung low and swollen, as if holding back tears, ready to weep at any moment.
He sat back on the chair and closed his eyes, hoping for a moment of silence. The cool night breeze brushed against his face, calming his restless thoughts and without realizing it, he slowly drifted off to sleep. 😴
On the other hand, Ishita was silently enduring the cruelty of her Chachi.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered to herself,
I am cursed!
Thankyou for reading ~
Naina.writz ~
I hope you like this chapter the further chapters are gonna be more interesting. ~
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